
Crossing Rivers and Lakes, Songjiang Plum Snow
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Where is Jianghu? There is frost and snow, there is wind and rain, there is sin, there is love and hatred. Some have died, some are in their prime, some are unknown, some have come to light, and some still have ghosts of injustice wandering around. Jiangxue, which has existed for hundreds of years, is now just a shelter. Hundreds of years of loyalty have become a stain on the wind and rain. A century of tenderness and chivalry, the planning of grudges can turn right and wrong upside down in a moment, and the living and the dead. Is it a person or a knife, is it love or hate, is it ambition or is it fame. Living corpse, love doll, reputation, self-deception, pitiful and hateful. There are storms in the scam, and the rain is manipulated to cause thunder. There are endless stories about the rivers and lakes on the Songjiang River, and there are painful anecdotes about the rivers and lakes among knights. He is not a zombie. He crossed the rivers and lakes with passion and a glance at the plum blossoms in the river. I came to pick plum branches at night and heard about the affairs of the world. The sound of snow whispers, saying that it is the day of struggle.
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